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Dead Can Dream
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weeping heartbeats Dreams stop when one awakes
And the absence of blood shows you're asleep
The dreams that you see of angels in black
Children with knives and kittens on crack
We wait on the porch to be found by the killer
And we wait on the floor with gauze on our wrists
Dreaming of teddies with fangs that bite
Cyanide-covered dolls and an exploding kite
Bobby's intestines are hung on the wall
A reminder of lost clarity and time
He played all alone, just with his axe
Dreaming of Barbie smothered in wax
Don't cry little girl, don't cry anymore
Times have been tough, and everyone's dead
Dont be sad that we will never awake
I'll dream of hell, just for our sake
